Jackie L. RAGE: RUNNING WILD ON THE STREETS Broken bones, ravaged body Soul almost gone, feeling all alone. Standing up and watching the crowd I glare as each passer passes by. Choosing another victim, There he is – I walk on out covered by dark As he walks into the alleyway I take the hint Calling to all my friends We pick up a fight. Scared, along, staring into dark, Shouting, crying, "Who's there?" came a demand. A whispered word, crying, now in hysterics Senses finally someone's there. Thinking, cruelly, anticipating the attack. Watching, eyes flashing, filled with rage Thinking, reminiscing, remembering Brandishing a metal pipe and arms Knowing what is to come. It's not the first time one has passed this way Into the area, into my range. Slowly, feeling around, scared, alone. Calling, crying, needing aid. Knowing that something is up Feeling a eerie breeze Puts hands in pockets Feeling for a metal. Letting guard down, feeling safe Shrugs shoulders, and walks away. A sudden flash of light A sudden scream A moment later, one loud thump. Groans, moans, panting, realizing with fright Turns around to look into the attacker's eyes. Staring down, grins, shows a flash of silver Pressure against his chest Lifting it up to his neck. Whispering, "Should have know better." Laughter, knowing the family would feel sorrow. Sadness, a great pain Listening to the begs and gasps, eventually turning away. Begging, pleading, trying to say his part. Staring into the eyes of the would-be killer Seeing hatred and madness Realizing his fate Wondering if what he has done is too late Asks for forgiveness Sees the eyes once again, recognizes the face. Cries out in horror, "Why you? Not you…." Sitting there, staring down Sick smile, a sudden frown Brandishing the knife Slowly seeing a trail of blood Leaning over, Beginning to whisper "Should have known better than to mess with me, Should have known the hatred you have given to me All because of the pain you have given unto me." Gasps of breaths Muffled screams Staring in horror Eyes going red with glee. Realizing death, Tries to say, "I am sorry" But chokes and start to bleed. No more anger, watching in glee Knowing now that justice has taken place And now I am free. Dropping the silver and metals Stretches a moment And stands to leave. Leaves one small red rose A symbol of his ill forgotten fate Laughing, laughing, knowing revenge has freed me.